Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

mireille obliged; her flanks lengthened, her neck arched, and for a moment she was a blood-red vision against the taiga sky.
but in the next moment she was lunging for the man; tail up, teeth flashing; her claws tore in the snow and she meant to rout him from the place of their interlude posthaste.
his welcome was worn; the clip of her jaws would remind him far more of her than any staring could bestow.